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caddymanI was on my way to Victoria Station as usual this evening, on my way home when I heard the sound of someone plugging a microphone into an amplifier. This is not particularly unusual on the little pedestrianised triangle where Victoria Street, Wilton Road, Vauxhall Bridge Road and Addington Street all come together. People like to preach next to Little Ben, the working replica of its larger and more famous namesake at the other end of Victoria Street.
Tonight's chap was a little better at working the crowd than most of them. He started off with a hearty "Good Evening, Victoria; good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen," before launching into his spiel:
"When you turn on the TV, it's bad news" he said, "every page in the newspaper is filled with bad news!" He was beginning to warm to his subject: "I bring you great news! I bring you the GREATEST news of all!"
I found myself thinking, "I hope it's Elvis. Please let it be Elvis."
It wasn't. I caught the tube home.
Tonight's chap was a little better at working the crowd than most of them. He started off with a hearty "Good Evening, Victoria; good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen," before launching into his spiel:
"When you turn on the TV, it's bad news" he said, "every page in the newspaper is filled with bad news!" He was beginning to warm to his subject: "I bring you great news! I bring you the GREATEST news of all!"
I found myself thinking, "I hope it's Elvis. Please let it be Elvis."
It wasn't. I caught the tube home.
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Date: 2007-06-23 10:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-23 04:23 pm (UTC)